Hello,

Highschool: I smoked quite a bit of weed and consumed mushrooms a dozen or so times.
Post highschool I traveled around Europe and Asia, often meeting 'spiritual' people.

Returning home I became unsettled with 'material' life and wished to become a Buddhist Monk, under Thich Nhat Hanh. Attending my first Yoga class I knew that I didn't need to be a monk, & that being a 'Yogi' would be a perfect middle path. I've traveled around the world learning from amazing, anatomy and 'tantric' style teachers.

Two years ago at a friends house, where I was staying, her and her bff asked if I wanted to join them upstairs to smoke some spice. Having never heard of it, I declined and stayed on my computer, smoking a j; I Google/Wiki/Erowid "DMT". Not being able to find anything negative about it I head upstairs to join them, bringing a fav 'Pineal Gland' alien sounding soundtrack with me.

It's difficult to remember the very fist time ( /everytime...) but, 3 of us in the bed, I'm at the foot of the bed. We burn the spice in a regular pipe (i know now it's a BIG no no) Carrier wave/ Eternal OM transports me through a portal to a infinite black landscape, with geometric shapes scattered about, kinda feels like Burning Man art installations here and there, Super weird sounds. The girls were having a mutual trip where they were both seeing butterflies/ferries etc and they were laughing very loud. I go under the blanket to silence their lol, to be able to hear the Strange sounds(not a great idea, could possibly suffocate) left that experience STOKED on spice...

Few days later, burning it again... the smell.. taste... horrible.. (wish i knew about vaporizing then) A entity shows me a shape shifting, color changing ball, I intuitively know it's some sort of advanced technology, the entity is giggling and laughing at me...

Next time, there is a merry go round, a caravel, it's a celebration that I made it there.. My friends trip was hilarious, she was laughing loudly for a long time.. when she came back, she told us that a Universal Goddess reminded her that "No matter what you do, you are loved" this lesson must have been such a release for her that she pee'd on the couch.

3rd time, I can't remember what happened at moment.. but I do remember post hyperspace dashing upstairs away from other people, in fear that if someone said something it would shatter who I was. I opened the window and looked at the landscape from where I grew up (thanks nostalgia) recollected who I was. Thoughts: (I'm a boy, this old.., going on this trip.. these people are my friends and family etc..)

Then there was a 2-3 month gap..

This time I came across a thread here on the Nexus that said something like, "The Volcano is like cheating its so efficient" Having tried various methods now, I still agree. It may be a little wasteful, Spice stuck in bag, but so does a bong somewhat. It's so easy to do alone. Heat it up, weigh it out (fun to watch the math) fill up the bag, turn off the lights run to bed, take a breath or two and slow heart down.. breathe in bag, throw it under a blanket as to not hear the sounds of it passively filling back up.

(side note: I have never heard any english words in hyperspace as many of u do)

Following 2 months get intense.. my ego gets involved and because of my past yoga experience I think i can handle anything, some of you may have read a post or two by me (now deleted) saying something along the lines of 'Help..." I consumed about 7 grams of spice in the Volcano.. a few times mixing mushrooms/ lsd/ and mda; often MJ. I felt as if I was the fastest psychonaut, who else is this crazy? has this mush time and $.. pushing the edge, evolving the Universe. I now know I went to fast... i n t e g r a t i o n

(side note: post hyper space I usually jump outta bed, VERY Ninja dash outside and SPRINT around, I have friends to confirm that I move like a alien post Spice; also a shower after hyperspace is almost a always.)

In the beginning hyperspace was very alien, and strange. But it started to evolve. This one time a few of my friends and my mother were there, and they were watching me learning how to fly. Later I could control the sounds, think up classical music symphonies, visualize geometry at Very rapid speeds, etc. In a session I was a cosmic tornato, upon returning to my bed I would literally 360 jump out of bed. At other times I created elaborate mazes that I somewhat weirdly thought others would see in the future. The second to last session of this very immersed period led me to a white sphere, the last session I resided within the sphere, no more sounds, no sight, just PEACE, SILENCE. I viewed this event as a 'Ego death' and was pretty convinced that I am a Bodhisattva. (aren't we all )

(side note: my body reached the limit of spice, I literally couldn't physically handle anymore, this one time I coughed so hard while in hyperspace that I was seeing Spider webs larger than a galaxy...)

In this physical realm, my ego/personality was manic.. it didn't help that I had just received a lot of money, was housesitting a mansion. I felt I could anything, be a accomplished artist, dj, business, etc. Took a while to come down and return to this reality where things take time...

Blew through all my money and I was back at 0, housesitting ran up and I returned to stay my friends whom introduced me to the spice. You can imagine how much I was trying to make sense of all this, once again Nostalgia was my bestfriend. After 10+ years of very little sugar, I was enjoying slurpees from 711 and spending a lot time with family. At this time I was smoking a lot of weed, which I find very interesting.. I've read things like, "weed suppresses your dreams, cancels out REM sleep, etc" wonder what the connection is...? My brain felt congested/inflamed, as I mentioned earlier I posted on nexus, 'help I think i messed myself up," at a later date I felt the post was not constructive to the nexus & was gracious removed by the admin; his response was something like "take it slow, our monkey brains can only handle so much"

(side note: due to the MJ or whatever I was having 0 dreams, except this one where I woke up in terror! I thought, "I should not being seeing this!!! this is background operations of the Universe...very cosmic..."

Since then...

I've had two sessions where it was utterly confusing and again like backstage Universe controls, very hard to explain..

Another time I could almost see other dimensions in front of my, splitting apart.

Another time, I inhaled half a bag, held my breath (a memory of my love of holding my breath in car tunnels came up) I didn't want to leave myself, but it was to late... the observer and what's being observed broke down, I had no idea of 'I'.. upon coming back I was very shaken up. I walked down the stairs to get away from the scene and at the end was my friends cat, who was only temp staying at his house, it was consistently very violent to everyone, hissing and trying to smack me, I was afraid to pass, headed back upstairs, and what's on my bed, A HALF BAG OF SPICE.... never has this happened. I've always happily dived in... major contemplation sinks in...

Next night.. as to not be afraid forever to do it again. This time I'm presented with a MASSSIVEEE Buddha, with neon green and purple outlines. AHHH what could be better. Does the realm of buddhas exist? what about the other 6 that the buddha has discoursed about.. (then again this life is infinite so I guess everything IS)

I'll end it with this, One time in hyperspace I was presented with a Jaguar and 2 cubs, the forest was being destroyed, it left me with a strong, already present drive to help the preservation or the amazon/ all our precious flora/fauna.

(last side note: I read the 'Cosmic Serpent" sometime between all this, I would often find myself in Hyperspace trying to invoke it, "COSSSSMICCCC SERRRPENTTT" i would call.. but was never presented with what I imagine I wanted.

The only downside to all this. I have large bags under my eyes currently. Its been a month or so since those 4 sessions, last summer since my big period... it certainly could be the weed, as I've been very very Chronic.. but due to traveling I have had MJ once in the past 2 weeks, & it kinda looks better.. hoping its going to get better; Very self-conscious about it. Someone said to me, "looks like you've been punched..."... I am now dreaming nightly.

Had a truffles session a week ago and it was a 10/10 experience.

Namaste you infinite immortal being you,

Wow. I almost felt like i was traveling around with you. I kinda zoned into the story. Sometimes breaks are needed. Its been just a pinch over a year so far since my last "proper" dose.

I have never heard english while in. Usually they talk to me telepathically, or through a combo of telepathy and some alien language.

With some vitamins and as much sun as it will offer my bags have gone away.

I'd say I'm back at optimal/normal.

Last summer, some of you may have seen my now delated topic/posts. I was extremely worried that I had caused irreversible negative effects due to smoking spice 150ish times in a short period, I primarily it felt as if my brain was inflamed/ swollen. That is 100 gone.

I've learnt my lesson to take it slower.